OMG! Oh. my. god.
I'm exhausted and tired and have to get up early and go to bed. But holy shit....
That was A. GREAT. FIRST. DATE.
I was soooooo nervous and obnoxious and could NOT SHUT UP. This guy is NEVER going to want to go out with me again. But you know what...
I would go out with him again.
I laughed. And laughed and laughed.
We talked about NOTHING. And it was phenomenal.
Somehow we got in a conversation about what type of classes/styles/lifestyles of people vegetables were. We decided cucumbers were yuppity and uppity. We decided that sweetpotatos were a kick ass starch. We decided that even though I like cauliflower I would never be cool because I work for the man.
It made no sense. But it was awesome.
He's sweet and nice and accommodating.
And maybe we are better off as friends. And maybe there will be no second date.
But there was a moment where I went to the restroom and I looked at myself in the mirror. And I wasn't just smiling with my mouth. I stared into my own eyes and my eyes were smiling. And I thought - you. are. okay.
And you are gonna be okay....
Yay! More tomorrow...